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pucksandpower · 6 months ago

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Hydrate or Diedrate

Charles Leclerc x wife!Reader

Summary: after an issue with his car leaves Charles racing without water for the entire Miami Grand Prix, he wants to hydrate with something only you can give him

Warnings: 18+ content and lactation

The Miami sun beats down relentlessly as you make your way through the paddock after the race. Charles had an eventful day, managing to bring his Ferrari home in P3 despite having no water in his car for the entire Grand Prix.

You spot him being interviewed by the broadcast team, sweat still glistening on his face and his hair matted to his forehead. Though he seems coherent, you can tell he’s feeling the effects of the dehydration.

As soon as the interview wraps, you rush over and take his arm. “Come on, let’s get you out of this heat.”

Charles gives you a grateful smile. “I’m fine, I promise.”

You shake your head sternly. “Don’t give me that. You’re clearly dehydrated.” You glance around and wave over Charles’ best friend. “Can you take Jules for a bit?”

Joris nods and gladly takes your four-month-old son from your arms, expertly cradling the bundled infant. “Of course, go take care of him.”

You guide Charles into the air-conditioned Ferrari motorhome and down the hall to his driver’s room, closing and locking the door behind you. Charles immediately faceplants onto the couch with a groan.

“It was so hot out there. I could barely see straight those last few laps,” he mumbles into the cushion.

You settle onto the couch next to him, rubbing his back soothingly. “I know, I could see it on the screens. You did amazing to hang on for that P3.”

Charles rolls over onto his back, squinting up at you. “Do we have any water in here?”

“Of course.” You grab a bottle from the mini-fridge and hand it to him.

He wastes no time downing half of it in one long gulp. “Ahh, that’s better.” His eyes drift down to your chest, where your nursing bra peeks out from under your shirt. “Actually … I have an even more effective idea for rehydrating.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Charles sits up, a playful glint in his eyes as he sets the water bottle aside. He reaches for you, bunching the fabric of your shirt in his fists. “This.”

With one deft tug, he frees your breasts from the confines of your top. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he takes in the sight.

“You know that’s not really what they’re for, right?” You tease, trying not to get too flustered.

Charles scoots closer until your bodies are flush together. His hands roam over your chest reverentially. “I think this is the perfect use for them.”

You shiver at his touch, arousal already beginning to pool in your core. “I don’t know, they’re usually just for feeding Jules ...”

“Well, think of this as multi-purpose.” Charles leans in to press kisses along the swell of your breasts.

Despite your banter, you’re already melting under his touch. “I … ah … I suppose you could use some rehydrating.”

With a low hum of approval, Charles takes one rigid peak into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it firmly, coaxing out the first few drops of your milk.

A soft gasp escapes your lips at the wet heat of his mouth. You tangle your fingers in his sweat-damp curls to hold him close. “Charlie ...”

He only responds by increasing the suction, hungrily drawing more of your sweet essence. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he switches to your other breast, lavishing it with the same rapt attention.

All too soon, Charles pulls back with a satisfied smack of his lips, chin and mouth glistening. “Delicious ...”

“You have no idea how hot that was,” you pant, completely transfixed by the erotic image he makes.

A cocky grin tugs at the corner of Charles’ mouth. “Oh, I think I do.” He presses his palm to the front of his race suit, making it obvious just how aroused he is. “Want to help me with this?”

“Absolutely,” you purr, pushing him back against the arm of the couch to straddle his lap.

Charles groans as you grind down against the hard bulge in his suit. “You’re a tease, you know that?”

“Takes one to know one.” You lean in to capture his lips in a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth.

One of Charles’ hands threads into your hair to angle your mouth more firmly against his. The other drifts down to grope your ass, pulling your hips flush with his.

You rock against him shamelessly, addicted to the delicious friction. He meets each grind with a roll of his own hips, quickly reducing you both to panting, needy messes.

“I want you,” Charles rasps against your lips. “Need to be inside you ...”

“Yes ...” You fumble for the zipper of his suit, desperate to free him. “God, yes, take me ...”

He surges up to kiss you again, all heat and urgency and unbridled want. You can taste the tang of your own milk on his tongue and it’s so dirty, so sinfully hot that it makes your head spin.

Finally, you manage to tug the fire-retardant fabric down far enough to free Charles’ straining erection. He hisses at the friction of your hand on his bare length.

“Hurry, mon amour,” he pleads, deft fingers already working to divest you of your underwear. “Need to be inside you ...”

No sooner is the scrap of lace pushed aside than Charles is guiding himself to your entrance. You sink down in one endless slide, stretching deliciously around his girth to take him to the hilt.

“Fuck ...” He bucks up into you with a choked groan.

You whimper at the exquisite fullness, rolling your hips to take him even deeper. Already you can feel the tight heat beginning to gather low in your belly.

Charles grips your hips hard enough to bruise, guiding your movements as you start to bounce on his length. His head falls back against the couch with a thump, mouth falling open in ecstasy.

“You feel so incredible,” he pants, meeting your thrusts with shallow rolls of his own hips. “So hot, so tight ...”

“Only for you,” you gasp out between moans, bracing your hands on his heaving chest.

He slides one calloused palm up to toy with your neglected breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingertips. You cry out at the new stimulation, walls fluttering around him.

“Going to come just like this,” Charles grunts, increasing the pace. “Make such a mess of you.”

The thought of him painting you with his release has you clenching down hard. You ride him with wild abandon now, chase that electric high.

Charles leans up to suckle at your other breast, drinking you down greedily even as his hips snap up to meet yours. “Yes, just like that, fuck!”

With a broken shout, your orgasm slams into you like a freight train. Every muscle locked rigid, toes curled, as molten bliss washes over you in waves. Charles follows a beat later, still thrusting fitfully as he spills deep inside you with a guttural growl.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your harsh pants mingling together as you float down from your highs. Charles peppers sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck, gradually gentling the movement of your joined bodies.

“Incredible,” he murmurs against your salty skin. “Absolutely incredible.”

You hum in satiated agreement, nosing at his hairline. Eventually you pull back far enough to take in his thoroughly debauched state — hair wild, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and red.

So beautifully wrecked because of you.

“Feeling rehydrated now?” You can’t resist teasing.

Charles lets out a breathless chuckle, warm palms sliding up and down your back. “More than I could have ever imagined.”

But the sound of the door opening makes you both freeze.

“Oh mon dieu!” Joris exclaims with a bark of laughter, looking thoroughly amused as he stands in the doorway cradling Jules. “I was just coming to return your son, but it looks like you two are already hard at work on the next one!”

You yelp and scramble to cover yourself as Charles groans in embarrassment, burying his rapidly reddening face against your chest.

Joris is already backing out of the room, Jules blissfully unaware as he continues chuckling to himself. “Never mind, never mind! I’ll just leave you lovebirds to it ...”

The door clicks shut and you can’t help but dissolve into nervous giggles against Charles’ shoulder. He joins in, the rumble of his laughter vibrating between your bodies.

“Well, that was mortifying,” he says once you’ve both calmed down some.

“At least Jules is too young to understand.” You press your smile to Charles’ hair. “Though Joris is never going to let us live that down.”

Charles groans again, but you can see the beginnings of a sheepish grin. “I don’t even care. That was more than worth the embarrassment.”

He tightens his embrace around you, settling in to simply enjoy the closeness for a while longer. You’re inclined to agree — a little teasing is a small price to pay for such blissful rehydration.

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yauchfilms · 7 months ago

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anything with logan and being back in florida ? would appreciate!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

sunburn ✢ logan sargeant (18+)

pairing: logan sargeant x reader (established relationship)

warnings: smut, porn with plot (lots of exposition sorry i got carried away), one use of y/n, soft dom!logan, switchy!reader, fingering, edging, unprotected p in v, lots of pet names, begging, lots and lots of praise, body part worship if you squint, cursing, logan’s a simp, reader is implied floridian, implied childhood friends to lovers, sunburns, fluffy intimacy

summary: it’s been too long since y/n has been back in the states and she is NOT used to the florida sun like she used to be, but don’t worry, logan knows how to take care of her.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: sorry i got soooo carried away with this i don’t know what came over me. this was NOT supposed to be smut but im just a florida girl crushing on a florida boy here y’all lmao. i’m down so bad for this man that i just went kinda crazy. also this was my first time writing smut so pls bare with me. this is inspired by my friend (and fellow logan girly) who just acquired a nasty sunburn lmaoooo. enjoy!!!!

it had been quite a while since you and logan had been back home together. well, not really, but the weather was typically a lot nicer in the winter months than in the spring and summer, and you were not used to it. after you and logan moved to london together full-time, you rarely saw the sun anymore, and your matching pale complexions certainly reflected that sentiment.

obviously, the miami race weekend was a big deal for the whole sargeant camp. aunts, uncles, cousins, childhood friends, and grandparents would be making their short trip down i-95 to see logan race, but it also meant that you and logan could spend a week together at home, in the sun, in each other’s company. a free vacation of sorts. logan’s parents were busy getting the house ready for the hordes of guests that were to soon occupy the space, so you and logan were more than happy to get out of their hair and into the back yard for some relaxation.

it was sunday, and you found yourself lounging out on the dock, lost in a romance novel that was probably making you lose brain cells, when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

“y/n!”, logan yelled from where him and coco were playing on the grass. “have you been applying sunscreen?”

you put your book down, letting out a small huff at his question. logan often took a rather paternal role over you, not in a weird or demeaning way, but rather in the sense that he always has your best interest at heart. and you loved that about him, loved how he always wanted to take care of you without being asked.

you looked down over the chaise longue you were laid out on, thinking there was a bottle of SPF next to your drink, but all that was there was the can of sparkling water you had been nursing.

“don’t have any; i’ll be okay!” you called back, hoping that would be the end of it.

“you want me to bring you some? it’s no problem,” logan replied, positioning himself to get up off the ground.

“don’t worry about it; i’m coming inside soon anyways!” you half-lied, knowing that logan usually respected your wishes when it came to things like that. you knew you weren’t necessarily telling him the truth, but he knew you and your stubbornness, and he knew it was not his business to try to fix it.

another few hours had passed, and logan and the dog had long gone inside to find something else to do. you had stayed out, vowing to finish your book in one sitting. as you closed it, you stood up from the lounger, grabbing your long-abandoned can from the ground, wrapping yourself in the towel that you had been laying on, making your way back into the comfort of the house – and the air conditioning.

walking in through the kitchen, you pass logan’s mom, who was cooking dinner for the family.

“oh sweetie, looks like you got some color on you!” she exclaims, chopping up some vegetables.

“yeah, it’s been a minute since i’ve had time to tan! i missed the florida sunshine too much.”

“well, logan’s in his room, and dinner’s in about an hour if you’d like to freshen up,” mrs. sargeant said sweetly, motioning towards the hallway towards logan’s room.

upon your arrival, logan moved his laptop out of his lap and onto the bed next to him. you took the towel off your shoulders, leaving you in just your bikini, when logan’s eyes went wide with shock.

“what, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini before?” you quipped, reacting to his sudden change of expression.

“y/n, you are bright red, like ferrari red,” logan replied, serious as a heart attack. you make your way to the vanity over his dresser, taking in your current state. logan was right. you were burnt.

“what the fuck dude, i swear i wasn’t out there that long,” you snapped, poking and prodding yourself in the mirror, letting out a wince when you stumbled over a particularly sensitive area.

logan gets off his spot on the bed, making his way towards you, joining you in front of the mirror. his hands immediately fall to your hips out of instinct, but he makes sure not to grab too tightly due to your new look.

“baby,” he says, placing his chin onto your shoulder. you let out another wince, reacting to his touch. “i told you to wear sunscreen. now look at you, my little lobster…”

“this isn’t funny,” you pout, and he leans forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. you spin around in his arms, now facing him face-to-face rather than through the mirror.

“stop pouting baby, and go hop in the shower, please. the sooner you get some cold water on you, the better you’ll feel. i can feel the heat radiating off you from here,” logan said with a giggle. his hands linger around your ass, and he gives a slight smack to send you on your way, which elicits a shrill yelp from you due to the sensitivity of the area.

“are you at least going to join me?” you question as you make your way to his en suite, stopping in the door frame with your arms crossed across your chest. logan lets out another giggle.

“and listen to you whine the whole time? no thanks, plus i showered like an hour ago,” he replies, which garners a predictable whine from you. “if you make it quick, i might have something that can help you,” he adds, and you turn on your heel into the bathroom, shutting the door with a slam.

and he was right; the shower hurt like hell, but you know that had he been there, you wouldn’t have been able to properly soak in the cold water, so you silently curse him for being right.

you walk back into logan’s room, wrapped in your towel, when you see him sitting on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. he hears you approach, putting his phone down and grabbing the clear bottle off the bed next to him.

“i found you aloe; well, my mom did. she said your burn is one of the worst she’s seen,” logan said, presenting the bottle to you like it was a participation trophy.

“is that supposed to make me feel better or worse, logie?” you questioned, feigning offence from his comment.

“well, the comment probably won’t, but hopefully the aloe does,” he replied. “c’mere, baby,” he cooed, his arms outstretched, welcoming you into his arms. you take your spot on his lap, legs draped over his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep you in place. logan places a kiss to the bridge of your nose, and along your cheeks, leaning in to admire the newly-formed freckles that were threatening to peak out from underneath the harsh redness of your skin.

“your freckles are back; reminds me of when we were little, trying to catch fish with my dad in the backyard. you were so bad at it; still are to be honest, but it’s okay because you still look cute trying to bait a hook,” he laughs, his breath giving a cooling sensation to your cheeks, and you wish he would keep talking just to feel his breath against your skin.

“logan, baby, the aloe?” you suggest, knowing that the time he’s wasting is killing you. all you crave is the feeling of the lotion on you, and his hands being the ones to apply it.

“sorry, didn’t mean to get sentimental on you, just being here with you makes me think about stuff like that. i sometimes wish we could go back…” logan trails off, and you know what he’s thinking about. he often thinks about the memories of you growing up, how much he missed you when he moved away to the uk, and what it meant to get you back. you like to think of those moments too, sometimes, but he often gets in his head about it.

“i know,” you coo, lifting a hand up to card through the longer hair on the back of his neck, as a way to soothe him.

he lifts the bottle of aloe up towards you.

“may i?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow up in an inquisitive way.

“of course you may. how do you want me?” you ask, a mischievous look in your eye.

“do not say it like that, you minx,” logan shot back, your innuendo catching him by surprise.

“keep talking crazy like that, and we might have a problem,” he snapped, although with no actual malice behind it. “you can lay on your tummy first, though, and i’ll go from there, if that’s okay,” he said, his expression softening as he looked at you.

you climb out of his lap and onto your stomach on the bed next to him, and he straddles your back to get the proper angle.

“this okay?” he asks, tugging slightly at the towel that is still loosely wrapped around your back.

“log, you’ve seen me naked countless times; of course it’s okay,” you quip, turning your head so he can see the side of your face. he leans down, planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek, blowing a raspberry there. this elicits a giggle from you, wriggling underneath him.

logan drags the towel down your body slowly, his fingers barely grazing your warm, sensitive skin, standing up on his knees to pull it out from under you.

“i know we aren’t having sex or anything, but could you at least take your shirt off or something? this feels too clinical,” you say, causing logan to burst out laughing above you.

“you are not a real person, i swear to god,” he quips, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick motion. “is that better, princess?” he says sarcastically, using the nickname he only gives you when you’re acting like a handful.

between your fits of giggles, you let out a “mhm” that signals to logan that he is free to proceed. this evokes an eye roll from logan that you catch out of the corner of your eye.

his attitude doesn’t last long, however, because before you can protest, his lips find your shoulder blade, peppering kisses along the top of your back, feeling his stubble graze across your skin. it burns, but feels so good at the same time.

“so sweet for me, logie,” you groan, melting into his touch. he reaches for your hair, still damp from the shower, to move it out of his way, as he makes his way across the plane of your body.

all he can manage is a drawn out “hmmmmm” as he feels the warmth of your skin along his cheek.

he pulls away suddenly, and you whimper at the loss of contact from him.

“i know, i know,” he cooes, and you hear the bottle of lotion being opened just out of your periphery.

his hands make contact with your skin again, feeling the sensation of the cool liquid as he massages it in. his strong hands make their way up and down your back, causing you to arch only slightly, if it wasn’t for him sitting squarely on your ass.

“you’re killing me, logan,” you half-whisper, his actions genuinely taking your ability to speak at a regular volume, the intimacy of it all being just a little too much for you.

“feels good, huh?” he asks, and although you can’t see it, you can tell that he’s cocked his eyebrow at you, and you’re surprised he’s been able to behave himself this long.

his hands work swiftly, massaging the liquid in with long, deft fingers, the sensation driving you crazy.

“logan, i want you, please,” you whine, looking up over your shoulder to meet his gaze, your eyes softening in an almost begging manor.

“i thought you said we weren’t–”

“i lied. i’m a liar. i need you right now,” you beg, as logan stands back up on his knees to allow you to roll over underneath him, him now settled on your thighs.

“fuck, baby, i can’t say no to you,” he huffs, not sure exactly how to make the next move. he looks down at you splayed out in front of him, taking in the sight before him. a hand reaches down to caress down your chest, fingers grazing slightly over your nipple, causing your breath to hitch.

“we have to make it quick, okay? can you be good for me?” he asks, his hand lingering on your left breast.

you let out a whimper, shaking your head slightly.

“words, baby,” he sighs, his fingers massaging into the tissue of your chest.

“yes, i’ll do whatever you want,” you whisper, unable to find your voice with how turned on you were.

“that’s my pretty girl,” logan cooes, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, adjusting himself so he’s slotted between your legs. the kiss deepens, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, as he swallows your muffled moans, trying to avoid the awkward conversation with his mom later.

“gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers, his hand running up and down your side, the warmth of his hand searing your sensitive skin.

“god, i feel like we’re in high school again,” you say, rolling your eyes at him.

“except i wasn’t nearly as good then as i am now, though,” he smirks, diving down to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to the base of your neck, softly nibbling on your pulse point.

“are you gonna prove it?” you ask, trying to rile him up.

this question evokes something in him, his breath against your skin coming hot and sudden, and you could feel the deep exhale from his nose.

leaning up to your ear, he whispers, “you are such a brat.”

the sensation from the whisper mixed with the sting of his words sends a shock straight to your core. he’s not always the best at dirty talk, but he still somehow knows exactly what to say and when to say it.

“touch me, logan,” you manage to squeak out, your breath growing heavier the more you took in his words, and he was eager to oblige.

with that, the hand that found comfort on your hip trailed its way down between your bodies, grazing the softness of your stomach, fingers oh-so-gently teasing your folds.

“so wet, huh? so worked up for me? you drive me so fucking crazy, you know that?” he growls, his voice rasping as he begins rubbing small circles against your clit with his thumb. “one or two, baby?” he asks, and you know exactly what he means.

“two, please”, you whine into his mouth, body arching up into him before he even has the chance to touch you properly.

“good girl, take it so well,” he groans, sliding two fingers into your cunt, almost too slowly. his voice is almost unrecognizable, the threat of being too loud taking over. his thumb continues its pattern on your clit.

you feel the tension building as he fucks his hand in and out of you, but not before you feel him slowing his pace down.

“i know you wanna come now baby, but we don’t have long. i’m gonna stop, and we can come together, okay?”, he half-whispers.

his hand moves from its spot between your thighs back up toward your lips, as he rests his fingers on your bottom lip, cocking his eyebrow at you.

“o-okay,” you squeak out, and with that, his fingers push past your lips, urging you to suck them clean, and you oblige, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself on his fingers.

your hands trail down between you two, your fingers dipping underneath his shorts and boxers, toying with the waistband.

logan removes his fingers from your mouth, opting to move back to your jawline, planting lingering kisses along the bone.

“quit teasing, baby, want you on top. let me see those pretty tits of yours, yeah?”, he smirks, knowing that him complimenting your body drives you crazy in the best way.

you oblige with a searing kiss to his lips, opting to pull his shorts down in one motion, cock bobbing free and slapping across his stomach. he reaches down to finish taking them off, throwing them on the floor with your long-abandoned towel.

he rolls you both over with ease, you now on top. your fingertips graze his chest, down to his abs, grabbing his cock and giving it a few quick pumps to make sure he’s ready.

“ready, log?” you ask, your hands now on either side of his head, his blue eyes sparkling back up at you, your hips and ass now up in the air waiting for his cue.

he leans up to chase your lips, trying to kiss you, just out of his reach.

“please, baby, i can’t take it much more,” he begs, using his arms to pull you down to him, sinking down on him, and meeting his lips with yours. now it’s his turn to moan into your mouth.

“fuuuuuck,” is all he’s able to get out, his hands finding their way to your hips, trying to help you relieve the lack of sensation. Your hips roll for the first time over him, and his hips immediately buck up into you.

“patience, baby. i thought i was the desperate one?” your words go right to his cock, making him buck up once again, making you speed up your motions. you feel the effects of his desperation on your body, the coil in your stomach winding tighter with every bounce on his cock.

“fuck, you’re close, baby; so am i,” logan pants, the physicality of it all catching up to him. he knows your body so well; he can always tell when you’re about to come.

with his observation, you lean back with your hands behind you on his thighs, your hips continuing to roll against his body, eliciting a low, grumbling moan from logan. he loved you like that, all cock-drunk and lazy on top of him. it also meant that he had a perfect view of your tits, both his hands reaching to grab at them as he continued fucking up into you.

“these are so fucking perfect. all mine. i can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” logan pants, both of your movements becoming lazier, as he rolls your nipples in between his fingers, feeling your already-tight walls close in on his cock.

you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching with his presence on your tits, and you know that he isn’t going to last long, either. you lean forward, diminishing the space between you two, giving logan the opportunity to bear hug you. his thrusts up into you send you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, causing you to let out a muffled moan onto his right pec. your vision goes slightly blurry for a second until you hear a grunted “fuck, baby”, followed by the feeling of logan’s hips sputtering underneath you. he comes shortly after you, spilling into you.

You collapse onto his chest, your highs riding out together. he doesn’t loosen his grip around your back, planting a sweet kiss to the top of your forehead, pulling out as you lay pitifully on his chest.

“so good for me, baby, so sweet. fuck, i’m so lucky,” he whispers, rubbing your back where, just a few minutes earlier, he was applying aloe lotion. he rolls you both over so that you’re now facing each other on your sides.

you reach a hand up to caress his face, feeling the stubble from a week’s worth of no races, the hair rough against your smooth palm.

“logie, you fucked me so good i almost forgot about this damn sunburn,” you giggled, “but now we’re done and it just hurts again!”

“guess that means i’ll just have to fuck you again,” logan smirked, burying his head into the crook of your neck, eliciting more giggles from you. you begin to hook your leg over his thigh, bringing you even closer, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. you almost begin the cycle over again until you hear a knock on the door that has you both frozen in your tracks.

“dinner!” you hear his mom cheer from the other side of the door, and then her footsteps clearly walking back down the hall towards the kitchen.

“guess not,” you teased, eliciting an eye roll from logan, who quickly gets up to pull you into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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lovexjoe · 3 months ago

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PENPALS Part 2

You and Armando talked every single day for 2 months straight until he asked you to visit. He didn’t want to make you feel rushed and always want to reassure you that he just genuinely enjoys your company. Falling for you along the way was a bonus. You were such a smart girl, graduating nursing school soon and going on to bigger and better things. He questioned sometimes if he was worthy enough for you. He also questioned if you had twisted parts to you as well cause who would really try to message a criminal like him.

You agreed to seeing him along with bringing him a special gift. He was in Central Florida aka Tampa. You headed inside the prison going through the check ins and pat downs. You didn’t have time to change your nurse scrubs so you sucked it up. The guard lets you know where he’s sitting at waiting for you. He was in a decent prison, one that actually lets you see and touch your loved ones under surveillance of course. You were nervous. You saw him from the doorway and it’s like you two were connected because he looked up from his hands to you.

“Hey handsome,” You give him your beautiful smile and he swore he could probably melt in his seat right there. He pulls you in for a hug. His arms were strong, you felt his muscles under the orange jumpsuit and it made your stomach do a flip.

“Thank you for coming mami. Tell me how was your day” he holds your hand and was completely absorbed with hearing about your life on the outside world. You were graduating soon and you’re most likely moving to Miami since most of your family is down there. He was happy for you, but sad that these visits will come to an end.

After chatting it up for an hour, it was time to say your goodbyes. You slipped him his gift and he gives you a smirk having a bit of a inkling of what it could be.

He pulls you in for another hug.

“Please take care of yourself ….” You worry about him. You noticed the busted knuckles he had probably from getting into fights.

“I’ll do my best.” You stood there looking into each others eyes and Armando couldn’t help himself any longer. He pulls you in for a kiss and you were in fact…. in love with a criminal. The guards lead you out and you couldn’t help the smile on your face. You got it bad and so did he.

The video chats didn’t do him justice he was beyond handsome….and a killer.

The visit was definitely the highlight of your day. His hands felt so good around your waist. You knew he’d enjoy those Polaroids during night hours. The feeling of his lips still linger on yours. When you got home you sent him a message that he could wake up to in the morning.

“I can’t even explain how happy I was to see you. Armando I’m falling for you”

You press send and immediately closed your laptop and placed it as far away from you as possible. You know when you send a risky text and you chuck your phone across the room? Yea try a risky email to a prisoner who won’t see it for another 10 hours.

Armando went back to his cell a happy man. He took the Polaroids out of his pocket and immediately he smiled. You truly were everything he could dream of. These pictures were simple pics of you that you took while out and then one…..one definitely caught his attention. You were in a black lingerie set, judging the way your scrubs fit you he knew you looked amazing underneath. This Polaroid confirmed it. It was hard to rub one out in prison when you’re surrounded by men, but tonight….you were the only thing on his mind. The only thing that brought him pleasure.

*2 weeks later*

Armando didn’t answer your messages at all. Every time you called to speak with him they said he wasn’t taking any calls or visits. You were worried something happened to him, but what if he simply just didn’t want to speak to you? You were already in Miami with your family, but you would make the drive just to see him again. You prayed for him.

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The very next day after the visit Armando was attacked in prison due to him knowing who McGrath was. He wasn’t allowed access to anything. He yearned to hear your voice. He was losing his mind. He kept your polaroids on him because he looks at them when he needs some hope. After two weeks Mike and Marcus convinced Rita to get Armando transferred to Miami and that brings them to the current time.

“Alright let’s make this quick y’all my daughter just graduated nursing school and she’s back home” Marcus said cheerfully

“You excited to see Y/N or you excited to land and get some skittles?” Mike joked

Armando stood there trying to process what the fuck he just heard.

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Flashbacks - A. Aretas 🔥

Title: Flashbacks - A. Aretas 🔥

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Seeing you again could drive Armando over the edge.

Author's Note: Here's another request! Enjoy. 🖤 @thedarkworldofhananerea

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2024

Damn!

When Armando Aretas crossed paths for the very first time, your own presence nearly slipped his cool during another plot for his mother Isabel.

That night, he snuck over to you and exchanged his phone number, yearning through dreams as you swayed past others with a gorgeous smile.

After leaving the club, you text Armando back and take one chance with that handsome stranger.

Now, years later, Armando drifts memories while grounded in this cage cell and missing you like crazy.

Back then, you understood his late nights and nursed each wound, ironically convinced that he worked for one of the law enforcement agencies.

His current prison sentence broke your heart this time and landed crimes regardless. Armando even lost his mother through burning flames.

Detective Mike Lowrey, Armando's biological father, enters this darkened space.

How you doing?“ Mike crossed both arms while facing his son.

“It's a prison.” Armando grumbled without really making eye contact.

“I know.” Mike agreed with this point for obvious reasons. “I have an opportunity to cut down your time here. Are you interested?”

“Yeah, man.” Armando nodded, ready to leave as soon as possible.

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“Let me get you some clothes. Can't look dingy out here, remember?” This transfer took loads of work, but Mike pulled strings and Armando could join the Miami Police Department with the AMMO team.

“It's a thrift store.” Armando nearly chuckled while glancing out the passenger seat window.

“Jailbird fool.” Mike put on sunglasses. “I'm shopping alone because your orange uniform doesn't help anybody feel better.”

When Mike slammed the door, Armando realized this perfect moment.

Lowrey somehow dropped his personal phone in the car.

Dumbass!

Glancing around for privacy beforehand, Armando picked up the device and immediately dialed your number.

But once Aretas heard three rings, your voicemail echoed instead:

“Hi! It's me. I can't answer the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Take care!” Your sweet voice nearly prompted tears when Armando listened.

My lady. He thought, still desperately in love with you. I'm home.

Just when Armando could surprise you with a message, Mike returned to the car holding several bags.

Hanging up Mike's phone, Aretas placed the device near one open spot and quietly laughed to himself once more.

“Make your choices later. We gotta go.” Mike placed everything in the backseat and set to drive off, but finally acknowledged his phone. “Oh, damn, who called me?”

“Okay.” Armando then nodded toward Lowrey once more.

Soon fighting this smirk though, Aretas remained silent and waited for the next possible move.

“Must be Spam. I don't even recognize this number.” Shrugging, Mike deleted that call and simply headed to the Miami Police Department.

Though saddened, Armando refused to show disappointment.

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Wearing this somewhat decent Bud Light shirt, Armando chose one trucker hat that veiled his face. Jeans covered both legs and boots stepped along.

“Me veo tan estúpido.” Aretas casted both eyes toward the ceiling and grumbled Spanish, feeling stupid anyway.

Even you would've laughed out loud while Armando checked his reflection in one public bathroom mirror.

Sighing, he washed his hands and left, ready for the assignment.

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Tragedy struck. Following Captain Howard's death, intelligence whispered that Conrad muddled darkness with the cartel for years.

Shocked beyond words, Mike and his longtime partner Marcus Burnett stood tall against those unexpected rumors.

In short, the team wanted to prove Cap’s innocence right away.

“We're clubbing to gather info tonight. Don't act up.” Lowrey turned near Armando while driving and offered this warning.

“Pointless advice, Mike.” Marcus chimed in for a second. “Your son is a stone cold killer that rotted in prison for years. Probably touch-starved with his nasty ass.”

Knowing so much better than to respond, Aretas just sat there and thought of you.

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Tabitha stood as a character this evening. Skilled but wild, this woman styled cropped blonde hair while cash almost popped right out her own bra.

During this spoken plan to trade items for the mission, one upcoming silhouette caught Armando's eye.

“Another round ladies?” You smiled toward another group of Miami's finest and nearly everyone stepped out like Tabitha here.

Though Armando locked down eye contact, you glanced up, but quietly greeted Mike and Marcus first, not recognizing Aretas in person yet.

When you finally noticed him, Armando jutted his chin and moved away from the propped seat, walking in your direction.

“Can I help you?” You speak up while facing Armando and grinned toward this man.

“Hola, mi amor.” Aretas stepped closer and took off his trucker hat, revealing dark hair.

“Armando?” As the realization hits, you pull your best friend away from this VIP section.

Mike and Marcus yelled in the background, but Aretas couldn't care less.

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Shadowed through hallway lights of the nightclub, you can't help kissing him over and over again.

“How did you do it?” You ask, trying to have this conversation.

I'll explain later.” Armando licks your neck and his clothes nearly heated up as you whimper. He's yearned beyond words. “Te extrañé mucho.”

Just as Armando would make love to you in one of the private rooms, voices shouted through interruptions.

“Uh-uh! Not the time.” Mike yelled down this corridor. “Let's go.”

Gaining one last kiss, you walk away sporting this unfastened blouse.

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“Can't get your mack on!” Ranting over Armando meeting with you, Mike headed elsewhere for AMMO. “What the hell?”

“She's my girlfriend.” Armando responded from the backseat.

“Girlfriend?!” Mike pulled the car over and yelled with Marcus in unison.

“Yeah. She'd been holding me down the whole time.” Armando told the truth about you.

“Does this girl know that you're actually a criminal, man?” Marcus grumbled from the passenger side.

“Doesn't matter. Y'all got me out.” Armando defended himself.

“Watch yourself.” Mike corrected Aretas once more and drove again.

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Former Army Ranger turned DEA agent James McGrath framed Captain Howard in the end, shot dead once AMMO faced this major bloodbath.

When that smoke cleared, even Judy, Captain's daughter, still let Armando off the hook

One wrong move could change Judy's mind, though.

After Armando gained help from paramedics, this man found your home in Miami and knocked, rattling this sound.

“Baby!” Armando just kept trying over and over again.

“Calm down!” Laughing for real, you finally opened the front door and rushed Armando inside, hoping not to disrupt neighbors.

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There was still no chance to make love. Healing battle scars ran down Armando's perfect body once more as he watched you prepare for bed.

“You look so pretty, mami. C'mere.” He waits in awe, nearly shocked you exist.

Your look settled with no makeup, pajamas and messy hair.

You stepped out for work at the club, but Armando dreamed about old nights like this while incarcerated. Your peace towered his chaos.

“Wanna talk about it?” You always offered him the chance to vent. Nothing changed.

“No. Just sleep, princess.” Armando whispered and you rested near his good side, awaiting the future.

This reformed man could handle everything with you.

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deadpresidents · 4 months ago

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Was Trump's assassination attempt the first time people other than the president were also killed or hurt?

No, it definitely was not the first time. There have been a number of additional victims during Presidential assassinations or assassination attempts throughout American history.

Here are the incidents where someone other than the President was wounded in an assassination attempt on Presidents or Presidential candidates:

•April 14, 1865, Washington, D.C. At the same time that John Wilkes Booth was shooting Abraham Lincoln at Ford's Theatre, Booth's fellow conspirator, Lewis Powell, attacked Secretary of State William H. Seward at Seward's home in Washington. Seward had been injured earlier that month in a carriage accident and was bedridden from his injuries, and Powell viciously stabbed the Secretary of State after forcing his way into Seward's home by pretending to deliver medicine. Powell also attacked two of Seward's sons, a male nurse from the Army who was helping to care for Seward, and a messenger from the State Department. Another Booth conspirator, George Azterodt, was supposed to kill Vice President Andrew Johnson at the same time that Lincoln and Seward were being attacked in an attempt to decapitate the senior leadership of the Union government, but Azterodt lost his nerve and got drunk instead. A total of five people were wounded at the Seward home as part of the Booth conspiracy, but Lincoln was the only person who was killed.

•February 15, 1933, Miami, Florida Just 17 days before his first inauguration, President-elect Franklin D. Roosevelt was the target of an assassination attempt in Miami's Bayfront Park. Giuseppe Zangara fired five shots at Roosevelt as FDR was speaking from an open car. Roosevelt was not injured, but all five bullets hit people in the crowd, including Chicago Mayor Anton Cermak who was in the car with FDR. Roosevelt may have been saved by a woman in the crowd who hit Zangara's arm with her purse as she noticed he was aiming his gun at the President-elect and caused him to shoot wildly. Mayor Cermak was gravely wounded and immediately rushed to a Miami hospital where he died about two weeks later.

•November 1, 1950, Blair House, Washington, D.C. From 1949-1952, the White House was being extensively renovated with the interior being almost completely gutted and reconstructed. President Harry S. Truman and his family moved into Blair House, a Presidential guest house across the street from the White House that is normally used for visiting VIPs, for 3 1/2 years. On November 1, 1950 two Puerto Rican nationalists, Griselio Torresola and Oscar Collazo, tried to shoot their way into Blair House and attempt to kill President Truman, who was upstairs (reportedly napping) at the time. A wild shootout ensued on Pennsylvania Avenue, leaving White House Police Officer Leslie Coffelt and Torresola dead, and Collazo and two other White House Police Officers wounded.

•November 22, 1963, Dallas, Texas Texas Governor John Connally was severely wounded after being shot while riding in the open limousine with President John F. Kennedy when JFK was assassinated.

•June 5, 1968, Ambassador Hotel, Los Angeles, California When he finished delivering a victory speech after winning California's Democratic Presidential primary, Senator Robert F. Kennedy of New York was shot several times while walking through the kitchen of the Ambassador Hotel. While RFK was mortally wounded and would die a little over a day later, five other people were also wounded in the shooting.

•May 15, 1972, Laurel, Maryland Segregationist Alabama Governor George Wallace was paralyzed from the waist down after being shot by Arthur Bremer at a campaign rally when he was running for the Democratic Presidential nomination. Three bystanders were also wounded in the shooting, but survived.

•September 22, 1975, San Francisco, California A taxi driver in San Francisco was wounded when Sara Jane Moore attempted to shoot President Gerald Ford as he left the St. Francis Hotel. Moore's first shot missed the President by several inches and the second shot, which hit the taxi driver, was altered when a Vietnam veteran in the crowd named Oliver Sipple grabbed her arm as she was firing. Just 17 days earlier and 90 miles away, Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme, a member of the Charles Manson family, had tried to shoot President Ford as he walked through Capitol Park in Sacramento but nobody was injured.

•March 30, 1981, Washington, D.C. President Ronald Reagan was shot and seriously wounded by as he left the Washington Hilton after giving a speech. Three other people were wounded in the shooting, including White House Press Secretary James Brady who was shot in the head and partially paralyzed, Washington D.C. Police Office Thomas Delahanty, and Secret Service agent Tim McCarthy. Video of the assassination attempt shows that when the shots were fired, McCarthy turned and made himself a bigger target in order to shield the President with his own body. President Reagan was struck by a bullet that ricocheted off of the Presidential limousine.

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If you were to ask Charlie Clarke about his idea of home, it was likely that he'd describe a feeling to you, rather than a place. A smile, elastic and amiable, would stretch across his featurs, curls bouncing with excitement in tandem with the rest of his giddy limbs, as he explained to you the feeling of being lost in music, of being swept up in a particularly overpowering wave, or Sephy Blake's fingers tangling with his own. When pressed into giving a more tangible answer, however, Charlie would always say Miami.

Never mind the six foster homes in two years, or the friends he'd lost to drugs and drink. Never mind the fact he'd spent his formative years in LA, so much so he was often mistaken for an Angeleno before a Floridian, or a New Yorker. To Charlie, everything was so fucking romantic. The girl slumped over on the street corner waiting for her uber became his best and closest friend. The comedown was romantic, the pounding in his head reminding him of the way he'd thrown himself around the dancefloor, loose and lithe without a care in the fucking world. And so he couldn't help but romanticise his hazy, sun-soaked upbringing, and couldn't help wondering if he'd given Florida a chance, he could've made it work.

Besides, the beaches were just better there.

But sand was sand, and waves were waves, and being adjacent to either was the closest Charlie could get to home. So when he wasn't at the club, or the bar, when he and Amelia were nursing their meanest hangovers and feeling truly sorry for themselves, it always put shit into perspective to go to the beach.

He tugged Amelia alongside him now, her feat dragging in the bright white sand as she let out a low string of complaints, her head sore and the sun too bright. Charlie flashed her his brightest smile, bringing a hand up to tightly tug at the low, limp ponytail at the nape of her neck, trying to fake enthusiasm he didn't feel.

"You're gonna make us miss all the good waves, dog." he teased, a hand gently settling at the nape of her neck as they walked together, his long, clumsy stride fumbling to match hers, little-legged as she was. Sephy had once told him, affectionately, he hoped, that Charlie walked like a new pup, tripping over his too-big feet.

Tossing his head back with a laugh, Charlie broke into a light jog, chasing the edge of the water, his board cumbersome tucked up beneath his armpit. Nudging the nose of his board into the water, Charlie gracelessly collapsed on his stomach, legs straddling either side of the board as he waded out further into the water, trusting Amy would follow.

The water was sweet, and peaceful, and Charlie could already feel whatever nastiness the night before had stored up inside his body sweep away, letting it ebb and flow with each coming wave. The water wasn't completely flat, there were a few cool customers further up the beach who were deep in the impact zone. A chick with bright blonde hair could be seen standing up on her board, flashing a smile at someone sitting safely amongst the sand, his body language anything but relaxed.

Feeling a ripple in the water next to him, he turned to see Amy, offering her up a small smile.

"Hey, did you see that girl?"

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dial4care · 3 months ago

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There have been a huge number of famous guest stars on Star Trek over the years, so we're going to take this season by season and then have a face-off between the most voted in each series. Basically a bracket, minus the planning :). Each poll will have the same criteria: 1) they must be famous before being on Star Trek, 2) they cannot be a titled main character, and 3) when I can't fit everyone in I'm using my best judgment.

Below the fold I'm including photos of their Star Trek roles and a couple of things that made them famous before appearing on Star Trek... which limited my options to 10 names per poll (you can only have 10 photos per post).

Here's one article about some TOS TV guest stars if you want to read more about these & other cameos!

Frank Gorshin as Bele (s3ep15 Let That Be Your Last Battlefield) Previously the Riddler on the 60's Batman & a standup comic who opened on the Sullivan show for the first US Beatles appearance.

2. Ted Cassidy as Ruk (s1ep9 What are Little Girls Made Of?). Previously the voice of the Martian (Angry Red Planet), and Lurch (The Addams Family)

3. Julie Newmar as Eleen (s2ep3 Friday's Child). Previously Catwoman on Batman, and the android titular Rhoda on My Living Doll (the character who inspired Seven of Nine's name)

4. Ricardo Montálban as Khan Noonien Singh (s1ep24 Space Seed & Star Trek II). Ricardo has a long career, starting with musicals and short films in the US in 1940-41. He moved home to care for his dying mother, and became a famous Mexican Movie star in the 40's, starring in over a dozen movies. In the late 40's he returned to the US, and US Hollywood. In 1949 he was the first Hispanic Person to appear on the cover of Life Magazine. He continued to star in many movies, TV shows, and Broadway productions leading up to his first TOS appearance.

5. Michael Dunn as Alexander (s3ep12 Plato's Stepchildren). Previously Dr. Miguelito Loveless on The Wild West and Mr Big on Get Smart. Also Considered by Gene Roddenberry for the role of "Spock" in the Star Trek pilot The Cage!

6. Lee Meriwether as Losira (s3ep16 That Which Survives). Previously 1955 Ms America, Catwoman on Batman, and Tracey, Anna Rojak on Mission Impossible.

7. John Larroquette as Maltz (Star Trek III). Previously Dan Fielding on Night Count, Dr Paul Herman on Doctor's Hospital, and Second Lieutenant Robert "Bob" Anderson on Baa Baa Black Sheep.

8. Christopher Lloyd as Kruge (Star Trek III). Previously Reverend Jim Ignatowski on Taxi (a character who cannonically loved Star Trek), Phillip Semenko on Cheers, and Taber in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

9. Madge Sinclair as Captain (Star Trek IV). Previously Nurse Ernestine on Trapper John MD, and Bell Reynolds in Roots. She was the first on-screen female captain in Star Trek. She later went on to play Geordi's mom in TNG - the 4th role in which she played Levar Burton's Mother.

10. Iman as Martia (Star Trek VI). Previously a supermodel, Cynthia in L.A. Story (alongside Sir Pat Stew), Nina Beka in No Way Out, Mariammo in Out of Africa, and Lois Blyth & Dakotah in Miami Vice.

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Tag Game- Let's Procrastinate!

@mrsmungus tagged me again. And I don't like to turn these down. 😜

My words: exact, hospital, beach, probable, hindsight

Tagging to play: @mikaharuka @writingpotato07 @tsunderewatermelon @mrsmungus and anyone else please jump in.

Words for you find: stitch, destruction, estimate, frame, contempt

From the unpublished first chapter of Saudade:

Exact: The nurse was an attractive woman in her forties with bleach blonde hair in a pixie cut. She had four stars tattooed on her wrist and she reminded him of someone.

As the woman chatted to Jon about something unrelated to his health, Shawn felt the distinct sensation of déjà vu, although he couldn’t remember being in this exact situation before.

“Hey,” Jon said jerking at thumb at Shawn. “Care to tell my kid what’s goin’ on?”

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Hospital: Shawn shrugged his face reddening with embarrassment. “Well, Chet told me when he came down to see you he saw the nurse all over you. He said he didn’t think that kind of thing was allowed in a hospital between a patient and nurse. He said you were actively involved.”

He caught the look of confusion and outrage on Jon’s face as he continued, “Chet said it was the same woman he saw you with at the beginnin’ of the school year.”

“What?!” was all Jon could say.

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Hindsight: “Hindsight is 20/20 or something like that right? Besides, I didn’t exactly offer up everythin’ that went on at home. I know I hinted at stuff, but I never told you or Mom about the depth of Chet’s neglect or much about the drinkin’. I didn’t give you enough to really get anythin’ outta of me. I just wanted to focus on the three of us and my friends.”

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AiP: The Return

Probable (had to substitute probably):

“I don’t know.” She was about to wade into waters they had not been in for two decades. It was a dangerous thing for her to do, yet she couldn’t help herself. She needed answers to the questions that had long plagued her. “You just seemed to be so desperate to avoid any kind of real commitment and it seemed so convenient that Shawn just happened to need a place to stay. I mean, it really worked out in your favor.”

There probably was no positive way to phrase what she was saying. Jon most certainly took exception to the way she said it. “Let me get this straight: you thought the reason I took Shawn in was, so I’d have an excuse not to commit. So, I could say -can’t go out tonight because of the kid. Sorry you can’t move in because of the kid. Is that about right?”

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Beach does not appear in the story. However at the beginning of New York State of Mind I have these song lyrics by Billy Joel:

“Some folks like to get away. Take a holiday from the neighborhood.

Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood. But I’m takin’ a Greyhound on the Hudson River line. I’m in a New York state of mind…”

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Paintings by Sybil Gibson’s- What inspired her to create art?

Creating art was never a thing for Sybil Gibson during her college years. However, with the hardships of her life, the only thing she found solace was with creating art. In this blog, we will cover Gibson's early life, what inspired her to create art, and her frequently disappearing nature.

Her Early Life

Sybil Aaron Gibson was born in Dora, Alabama on February 18, 1908 to a prosperous banker, merchant and coal mine operator. She studied biology at Jacksonville State University.

In that university, she had a very unsuccessful experience in an art class which “killed any interest” in creating art. Later she became a teacher at Cordova Elementary School until the mid 1950’s when she moved to Jasper, Alabama.

During her college time, her college art teacher told her she had no talent for painting. This crushed her ambitions. So, she lost interest in painting for much of her adult life.

Gibson was an eccentric artist and an American painter. Her childhood was filled with prosperity, yet her adult life was mostly spent in abject poverty. Sybil Gibson married Hugh Gibson following which she had an emotional breakdown after the birth of her daughter. Soon after their marriage failed after which Sybil fled and left her wealth and family behind for months.

Why did She Start with Art?

In the year 1963, on Thanksgiving Day, when she was 55 years old, she decided to make some Christmas wrapping paper from brown paper bags and was overjoyed with and altered by that experience. After this, she was completely seized with an urge to paint that lasted for three decades.

She once commented, “Good art paper turns me off, while something out of a trash pile turns me on.” She used an unusual technique of washing the glue from the paper bags to flatten them while wet and create her favorite surfaces on which to paint. Sybil Gibson’s fluid brushstrokes imparted a unique style, graceful and minimal with great control of the paint.

Her Paintings

During the initial period, she created pastel artwork of haunting faces, young girls, birds and flora in subtle, dreamlike paintings. According to her, through painting she found a passionate escape from her daily realities and responsibilities. Her paintings mostly portrayed women with a mask-like effect, which evoke a sense of someone hiding from the real world with a dreamlike sweetness.

It is believed that there are about 300 works in existence. However, a lot of her artworks were destroyed by the elements. Gibson was reclusive and extremely modest about her work. She would comment that she felt her work was not worth doing yet she couldn’t stop painting one painting after another once she had begun.

Her disappearance

Sybil Gibson would often disappear if people commended her about her work or sought to buy a work. Her family used to look for her for years. Once they got to know that she was hosting a Museum exhibition in Miami in the early 70’s but she disappeared before the show opened.

So, the exhibition was held, but Sybil was not present there. Then, her family found the place where she used to live was abandoned with her art scattered throughout.

Sybil reacquainted with her adult daughter who had been reared by her parents. Her daughter took her care till she died in a nursing home in Florida in 1995 at the age of 86.

Conclusion

Sybil Gibson’s paintings, mostly of women, have a mask-like effect that evokes the feeling of someone hiding from the real world with a dreamlike sweetness.

Sybil is known for these delicate and ethereal images of haunting faces, young girls, birds and flora that she continued to paint throughout her life using tempera, pastels and pencils on paper bags, newspaper and occasionally on found objects. Her works are in many important collections and are found in a number of Museums today. Learn more about her artworks at Marcia Weber Art Objects.

#Sybil Gibson

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BY - A - MALE - OF - MY - AMAZON -

SUNGLASSES - AND - WAS - JUST -

AT - 3RD - FLOOR - RESTROOM & -

I - WAS - ROBBED - RED - MIRROR -

LIKE - LIPSTICK - LEFT - THERE & -

IT - WAS - STOLEN - TOLD - HIM I -

SHOP - AT - ZARA - THEY - DON'T -

CARE - IF - I - BUY - ZARA

THEY - SAID - PHILIPPINES - U - CAN -

LEAVE - AS - ICU - REGISTERED - NURSES

AND - DOCTORS - PER - ALLIE - UNIVERSAL

SECURITY -

'PANGIT - BAD - BREATHE - NURSES - AND -

DOCTORS - OF - PHILIPPINES - SHORTIES -

YOUR - NURSES - NEVER - SHOW - THEIR -

BREASTS - UNLIKE - SPANISH - SPEAKING -

BIG - HUGE - GIGANTIC - BREASTS

HUGE - CELLULITE - HUGE - BIBIG

BIG - INJECTED - MOUTHS

GIGANTIC - CELLULITE - BIG BUTTS

BREASTS - BUTTS - SHOWING - AS

SPANISH - SPEAKING - AND - OLD

PRUNE - BAGS - OF - THE - USA AS

ADMIRING - GLANCES - OF PEOPLE

PHILIPPINES - PER - OWNERS - AND

SHOP - OWNERS - OF - BRICKELL - CITY

CENTRE - THEY - CHOOSE - BLKS - OF -

GHANA - BERMUDA - BAHAMAS - AND -

LOCAL - MIAMI - BLK - OPEN - CARRY -

ILLEGAL - 2 - SHOOT - YOUR - KIDS - & -

NON-SERVICE - ANIMALS - THEY SAY -

ECHO - OWNER - OF - OVER - $1 BILLION -

BRICKELL - CITY - CENTRE

OVER - $2000 - 4 CLOTHES

BRICKELL - CITY - CENTRE

SHOPPING - MALL - OUTDOORS

ESCALATORS - MY - BLOOD ON

FLOOR - THEY - DON'T - CARE

PHILIPPINES - U - SMELL - LIKE - HOMELESS

THE - UNDERLINE - BLKS - OF - BAHAMAS XO

CARRIBEAN - LOCAL - BLKS - VUDU - DOLLS 2

PUBLIX - LARGEST - SPONSOR

THEY - SAY -

PHILIPPINES - U - SMELL - HOMELESS

U - HAVE - SMALL - BREASTS - GO YES

BACK - 2 - PHILIPPINES - WHERE - U -

BELONG - JAPAN - U R - SHORT - THEY -

WILLIAM BRICKELL - MARY BRICKELL VILLAGE

WHERE - MEN - MARRY - MEN - LESBIANS ARE

MARRIED - 2 - LESBIANS - WHERE - SPANISH

SPEAKING - PROVEN - WHAT - KIND - OF YES

HOMES - THEY - LIVE - IN - DIRTIEST RESTROOMS

BLK - HAIR - EVERYWHERE - THEY - NEVER - YES

FLUSH - DIRTY - SMELLY - THEY - DON'T - FLUSH

PHILIPPINES - U - SMELL - U - LOOK - HOMELESS

WE - SEE - YOUR - WEIRDO - ROSS - DRESS 4 LESS

WE - SEE - YOUR - PUBLIX - GROCERY - BAGS

PHILIPPINES - BAD - BREATH - PANGIT - KAYO

GO - BACK - 2 - PHILIPPINES - WHERE - U YES

BELONG - U - DON'T - SHOP - HERE - U - CAN

GET - LOST - NO - ONE - CARES - ABOUT -

DOCTORS - NURSES - THEY - SERVE YES -

HOOKERS - ORGY - MISTRESSES - AND -

HUSBANDS - WHO - PAY - 4 - PROSTITUTES -

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HOOKERS - PROSTITUTES - THEIR - YES -

MANY - MISTRESSES - SELDOM - WIVES -

BRICKELL - CITY - CENTRE

MONEY - FR - HOOKERS - 2

PHILIPPINES - NURSES - MEAN - NOTHING -

HERE - THEY - ARE - NICE - 2 - TOPLESS FL -

POLE - DANCERS - SAGGING - BREASTS -

THEY - HAVE - ILLEGAL - CALL - GIRLS 2 -

PHILIPPINES - WE - DON'T - NEED - YOUR -

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THEIR - BLK - ASS - SUCK - THEIR - BLK -

BREASTS - LESBIANS - PHILIPPINES YES -

WE - WILL - ROB - U - ALL - THE - TIME -

AS - BLKS - NOW - ARMED - AS - WHITE -

UNIFORMED - BLK - FEMALES - GO YES -

BACK - 2 - PHILIPPINE - WHERE - U - HAI -

BELONG - AMERICANS - BLKS - FR - YES -

SMALL - BLK - COUNTRIES - ALL - THE -

WAY SINCE - AGE 10 - LIKE AMERICANS -

JAPAN - JAPAN - PHILIPPINES - KOREA -

WARNING

WHEN - ALLIED - UNIVERSAL - SECURITY -

SEES - YOUR LUGGAGE - U R - HOMELESS -

THEY - FOLLOW - U 2 - RESTROOM - AND -

BANG - ON - YOUR - DOOR

NO - SHOWER - PLEASE - AT -

BRICKELL - CITY - CENTRE

EIGHT STREET

MIAMI - FLORIDA

SINCE - CROSS - EYED - EYES - GOING -

DIFFERENT - DIRECTIONS - HE WANTS -

2 - STEAL - 2 - RIP - 2 - PIECES - OUR -

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KIDS - SHOOTS - ASIAN - KIDS - AND -

NON-SERVICE - ANIMALS

MY - TOKYO - JAPAN - MALE - SCIENTISTS

DISAPPEAR - BULLETS - FR - ALLIED - YES

UNIVERSAL - SECURITY - MORE - OF - OUR

LOTIONS - SHAMPOO - CONDITIONER - 2 -

MAKE - PRISM - AS - THEY - SHOOT - THEN -

THEY - GET - BACK - 7 TIMES - THE - FORCE -

OF - THEIR - BULLETS

TOKYO - JAPAN - MALE - SCIENTISTS

LET's - DISAPPEAR - THEM - AS - THEY

ENTER - THEIR - HOMES - APTS - IN -

BRICKELL - AND - LITTLE - HAVANA -

MIAMI - AS - ARMED - WE - CAN YES -

DISAPPEAR - THEM - AS -THEY - GO -

HOME - JESUS - IS - LORD - AS - WE -

CAN - TRANSFER - 2 - FRANCE - PARIS -

FINEST - WINES - ON - EARTH - I'M XO -

BUYING - CASTLES - VINEYARDS - TO -

PRODUCE - SWEET - WINES - RARE - 2 -

FIND - I'M - LOOKING - AT - MANY WITH -

LUGGAGE - YET - THEY - SINGLED - THE -

PHILIPPINES - AS - HOMELESS - ME -

OVER - $100 BILLION - MAKATI - YES -

BANKS - BUT - MY - MONEY - IS TRUE -

BEING - STOLEN - RIGHT - NOW - BY -

MY - MAKATI - BANKS - AYALA AVE

BUYING - MAKATI - AND - MINDORO

TOKYO - JAPAN - MALE - SCIENTISTS

HELP - ME - GET - MY - MONEY - FOR

MINE - FEED - KIDS - IN - PHILIPPINES

AND - WORLDWIDE - NEXT - BUT THE

KIDS - IN - TONDO - MANILA - SHOWS

THEY'VE - BEEN - ROBBING - ME - ALL

THESE - YEARS

PHILIPPINES - WARNING - HOW BLKS

WHITES - FEEL - ABOUT - U - IN - CA -

CALIFORNIA - NON-ORIGINAL - USA -

STATE - THEY - ONLY - RESPECT -

BREAST - SHOWING - ASS SEEN -

HUGE - BREASTED - CELLULITE -

THEY - ONLY - RESPECT - HOOKERS -

MISTRESSES - ORGIES - CALL GIRLS -

BUYERS AT - BRICKELL CITY CENTRE -

PHILIPPINES - TRANSFER - 2 - PARIS -

FRANCE - 24/7 - FRENCH - MALE -

INTERPRETERS - FREE - IN YOUR -

PERSONAL - MEDICAL - LIFE YES -

NEXT - HEAD - 2 - BEIJING - CHINA -

VACCINES - 4 - SNOW - HEAD - TO -

2016 - SELF - MAGAZINE

'HAPPIEST - CITY - IN - EAST COAST' -

'SAFEST - CITY - 4 - WOMEN' -

ASHEVILLE - NORTH CAROLINA

STAND - YOUR - GROUND - LAW

22 AND OLDER - HANDGUNS

OURS - LESS - THAN - TIC TAC

SIZE - BULLETS

PHILIPPINES - OVER - 4 MILLION

LEAVE CALIFORNIA - PEOPLE CA

TONGUES - $500 BILLION - TAX - PAID

SING - TONGUES - $500 BILLION ALSO

WE'RE - ONLY - HIRING - SINGERS

MAGIC - KINGDOM - MEDICAL CENTERS

FREE - BABY - DELIVERY - FREE PUPPIES

DELIVERY - FREE - DENTAL - FREE - 24/7

SURGERIES - VARIOUS - AGES - SEPARATE

OTHER - OCCUPATIONS

RELOCATION - SPECIALISTS

CHINESE - ZODIAC - PLACEMENT

WORK - BUT - WHY - RICHES - SO

EDUCATION - LIFESTYLE - WORK

NOT - REQUIRED - IN - THE - USA

CONTINUOUS - EDUCATION

CHEFS - ARCHITECTS - ANIMATION

AND - VISUAL - EFFECTS - WRITERS

DIRECTORS - DANCERS - ARTISTS

ABANDON - SURGERIES

MED - CENTERS - AUTO - SURGERY

MACHINES - DOES - SURGERY TOO

NO - MORE - MANUAL - HIGHEST -

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MADE - OUR - SURGERY MACHINE -

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OVER - 82% - WHITES - FR ENGLAND

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ME - OVER - 11% - BLKS - AND - FROM

SOUTH - AFRICA - OVER 2% - 2 - OR 3

RACES - OVER - 1% - ASIANS - ONLY

OVER - 84,000 - ONLY - PEOPLE

MIAMI - OVER - 400,000 - THEM

BLKS - WHITES - HISPANICS AND

2% - ASIANS

YESTERDAY - PINOY - WHEELCHAIR

HIS - CHIN - BROUGHT - UP - I'M YES

GOING - 2 - TELL - U - KAYANG KAYA

BEIJING - CHINA - OLD - MALE DOCS

ACUPUNCTURE - WE - CAN - HAVE -

HIM - THREADMILL - LESS - THAN -

3 WEEKS - ONLY - HIPNOSIS - SO -

REMOVING - FEAR - LISTENING 2 -

GOD's - WORDS - DAILY - EVERY HR -

DR JERRY SAVELLE

JOEL OSTEEN

DR JESSE DUPLANTIS

KENNETH COPELAND

VICTORIA OSTEEN

YOUTUBE - 24/7 - LOOP - THE WORD -

I - CAN - HAVE - HIM - OFF - THAT -

WHEELCHAIR - FR - DISABILITY AS -

WE'RE - MISTREATED - IN - MIAMI -

OTHERS - WITH - LUGGAGE - TRAVELERS

WE - PHILIPPINES - ARE - HOMELESS - AS

DOCTORS - NURSES - WE'RE - ABUSED -

MISTREATED - BATTERY - ASSAULT AND -

THROW - YOUR - THINGS - IN - TRASH -

TOKYO - MALE - SCIENTISTS

TIMED - EXPLOSIVES - NEED

DYNAMITE - TIMED - THEY NEED - 2 B -

TAUGHT - MANNERS - JAPAN - THEY -

CALL - U - HOMELESS - IN - NEED - OF -

LARGE - BREASTED - HOOKERS - AND -

BLOW - JOBS - JAPAN - BLKS - CALL U -

SMALL - EYED - WRINKLED - PRUNE -

BAGS - WITH - DESIGNER - CLOTHES -

DESIGNER - SHOES -

TIMED - EXPLOSIVES - TIMED - YES -

EXPLOSIVES - 4 - LITTLE - HAVANA -

ILLEGALLY - MADE - HOUSES

BECOMING - ARCHITECT FOR

PARIS - FRANCE - ASHEVILLE

NORTH CAROLINA - JAPAN XO

HELP - HELP - SOS - SOS - SOS

TIMED - EXPLOSIVES - THESE - BLKS -

LEAVE - IN - LITTLE - HAVANA - SOS -

TIMED - EXPLOSIVES - HOUSE ROOFS -

BANGED - ON - MY - TOILET - DOOR & -

SAID - I - WAS - TAKING - SHOWER AND -

I - LOST - MY - BABY - LAST - MONTH -

APRIL - BECAUSE - OF THEM - ALSO -

06 APRI 2023 - I - LOST - BABY - BOY -

TIMED - EXPLOSIVES - LITTLE HAVANA -

THEY - LIVE - IN - ILLEGALLY - MADE US -

HOUSES - JAPAN - SOS - JAPAN - SOS 2

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